My family! Two words and so many memories. I don't remember a lot of things that my siblings do and it pisses me off really. When I look at photographs, that's when nostalgia hits me. It's especially harsh during the festive time. Okay, so my dad was never really a person who was utterly enthusiastic about festivals, in fact we had to nag him at times to do it. You could not make that man do anything that he didn't want to do, yet it’s never gonna be alright, is it? The family functions will never be the same. You know our lives are influenced so much by our parents and we don't even comprehend the gravity of this fact. I mean things are so different when they aren't there with you.
I feel like a part of tree whose branch has fallen and it’s grappling at keeping itself in place. It’s weird now when I see happy families now, I feel so incomplete. It brings so much nostalgia thinking of the time when we were that, when we were those smiling happy faces that brightened up the lives of others around us. I am not boasting that my family is this awesome clan. We have our differences and we fight like crazy sometimes but still when the time is needed we are there for each other. This time the festivities just were formalities and that's when I realized I particularly am a person who LOVES festivals.
I feel like a part of tree whose branch has fallen and it’s grappling at keeping itself in place. It’s weird now when I see happy families now, I feel so incomplete. It brings so much nostalgia thinking of the time when we were that, when we were those smiling happy faces that brightened up the lives of others around us. I am not boasting that my family is this awesome clan. We have our differences and we fight like crazy sometimes but still when the time is needed we are there for each other. This time the festivities just were formalities and that's when I realized I particularly am a person who LOVES festivals.
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